VENDETTA’S BRIDE
“My men don’t leave survivors.
Rage filled her like hot metal, burning away her fear. She slammed her knee into him with all her strength, but he blocked it easily. The bastard had always been faster.
“Get your fucking hands off me, you psychotic piece of shit!”
“Language,my lady . That’s no way for a bride to speak to her groom.”
The words hit her like a brick. “What the hell did you just say?
Felix grinned, sharp and dangerous. “Congratulations, Muna. You’re getting married. To me. Tomorrow night
“Over my dead fucking body.”
“That can be arranged.” He pulled out his phone, showing her a photo that froze her blood. Her mother, Isabella, sitting in a luxurious prison cell. Alive, but captive
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